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Eeek! First trip of the year. It’s a baby one but it’s no less exciting. BELFAST! I am far too hyper for having had only 2 hours sleep (too excited). Definitely as bad as Xmas day (perhaps worse, no presents

Eeek! First trip of the year. It’s a baby one but it’s no less exciting. BELFAST! I am far too hyper for having had only 2 hours sleep (too excited). Definitely as bad as Xmas day (perhaps worse, no presents

I struggle with the return. I struggle with the return. ’11am Glasgow Sunday 29th March 2015 I am home. Or rather, in my house. Being back is wonderful and even better, having a day to just be, just exist, with

I struggle with the return. I struggle with the return. ’11am Glasgow Sunday 29th March 2015 I am home. Or rather, in my house. Being back is wonderful and even better, having a day to just be, just exist, with

I am home. This morning I woke up, one hour forward, one hour less. Fresh, wide awake, shrugging off the last of my jet lag. There is something missing. It takes me 30 seconds to realise what that something is

I am home. This morning I woke up, one hour forward, one hour less. Fresh, wide awake, shrugging off the last of my jet lag. There is something missing. It takes me 30 seconds to realise what that something is

The thing about being away is, it makes you want to be home. Yesterday I had this niggling sense of something, something being amiss. Perhaps it was because my headache was back with a raging vengeance. Perhaps it was because

The thing about being away is, it makes you want to be home. Yesterday I had this niggling sense of something, something being amiss. Perhaps it was because my headache was back with a raging vengeance. Perhaps it was because

There is a certain thrill about being in an airport again. That lingering sense of sleep behind your temples, what ungodly hour did I have to wake up at today? That early morning coffee, nudging you alive from the inside

There is a certain thrill about being in an airport again. That lingering sense of sleep behind your temples, what ungodly hour did I have to wake up at today? That early morning coffee, nudging you alive from the inside